"M'okay with obscurity." Squalor was...safe. Under the radar, gone without notice was the plan. He doesn't want to be known. He doesn't want to be seen or heard or have the UNSC come down on his head. They'd take Delta and lock him up-

Or just shoot him.

Looks like Reggie just skipped a few steps. The thought's almost funny up till those icy fingers trail against his throat and that- after cooking in his suit for the whole trek over? Feels blissful. "Catch. What's the- what's the catch?"